After Hours

Jacques Dutronc. Et moi, et moi, et moi

Here's Jacques doing another work of French proto-punk. It's very garage-tacular. Funny thing, usually songs have at least two contrasting parts. In jazz, the usual song form in standards is A-A-B-A. This loosely corresponds with the basic verse-verse-chorus-verse of pop music. But in pop tunes, with numerous exceptions, they're structured verse-verse-chorus-verse-chorus-bridge-chorus or some such. I'm don't want to be too technical here; I'm only trying to point out that, by contrast, Jacques' tune is just verse. If it was a jazz tune, it would just be an A section and nothing more than that. This doesn't mean it's crappy. In fact, after having heard it a few times, I find it really hypnotic - like a lot of his grungier stuff. This video has him climbing over chairs, singing lots of nonsense and acting generally nutty. Yeah, he was quite the character. How much of a character? Well, he managed to snag the super-lovely Françoise Hardy. Yep, that's right. They lived in sin for some of the sixties, all of the seventies and then married in 1982. They're still together. Gosh, what a lucky, strange-acting guy!